Engines start in the midst of a storm. There is new behavior in the frontier. We seek to communicate our needs and for them to be understood. The birth of a misunderstanding. We are accused of circling the sun. Debris sink into the ocean as it becomes an expanding diorama. The temperature spirals down. Again the word is spread. This time not to be spoken. It bleeds like a disease on a crystal shell. It cracks beneath our ships as we stretch our hands to no avail.